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[Armoured Priest]

Kombuse stared at the pallet of vials and materials as it went past, still wondering what was in the ink. He looked back to him. "He told me it says 'Butcher of men.'" he told Muigar as he walked with him, not really sure if it said that since it is written in a language he doesn't understand.

[Prosperan Son]

"I'm sure it does, but knowing him there's going to be a message within the title..." Mugiar noted, leading them through the Kitchen and on towards the Quarters."I wouldn't think about him that much."

[Armoured Priest]

Kombuse just looked at him quizzically as they keep moving on. He got a spike of hunger as the went through the kitchen. He was just going to have to wait till later. "How long have you been apart of this?" he asked him.

[Prosperan Son]

"Long. Too long maybe. 15 years more or less." Mugiar answered with a shrug. Looking back towards the kitchen, wondering what there they were serving today.

[Armoured Priest]

"Wow, that is a long time." Kombuse said surprised. "How did you get in?" he asked next. His stomach soon growled in protest, wanting to go back. But Kombuse felt too tired to go back and just wanted to sleep.

[Prosperan Son]

"I was just a kid back then. Fifteen maybe sixteen years old. Down in the lower hives, it's common for the adolescent to get involved in these kinds of things" He answered, his tone of voice bitter. " My father was a ganger, and his father was a ganger, and so on and so on."

[Armoured Priest]

"Oh, what were they like?" he asked about his father and relatives. Kombuse didn't have parents per say, unless you count the amniotic tanks that Kreig use to raise more soldiers.

[Prosperan Son]

"Don't know. Don't care. They died before I got the chance to really know them. I can barely remember them as it is." He stopped at the front of a doorway, moving aside to let Kombuse enter.

[Armoured Priest]

Kombuse felt kinda bad about asking now after hearing Muigar dismissing the whole thing so bitterly. He went ahead inside to see what sort of room he got in the first place.

[Prosperan Son]

The room was rather cozy, considering it was practically a bunker underground.

There was a small bed, just big enough for the krieger, a vox set, a miniature fridge filled with drinks. A ceiling fan and twin racks on the walls to hang his clothes from.

[Armoured Priest]

Kombuse already liked the new room, going to sit on the bed. "Improvements can be made." he heard Oberga said, wanting to make it more suited for him as well. He looked back to Muigar. "Where do you stay?" he asked him.

[Prosperan Son]

"Well, I'll be honest with you. I've got my own private quarters. Much larger then this, but it will get better for you in the times to come." Mugiar answered, leaning against the doorway." I will send some food for you. I'll leave you to your accommodations."

[Armoured Priest]

"Ok." Kombuse shrugged as Muigar left. He actually really like the room. Then again it's the only room he ever gotten before. As he sat there, the lenses began to glow and the dragon snout gasmask split open to reveal the organic teeth in a wide grin. "Now, to make more....homely." Oberga chuckled as he stood up, one hand morphed into sharp claws, and began etching runes and symbols into the material upon all four walls and ceiling, chanting in daemon tongue. As he progress the air shimmered and distorted, voices whispered and blasphemous things could be heard. The veil between reality and the warp weakened. He finished by etching one last rune upon the door, this one glowed white before fading away. It would keep the warps influence to only this room. Once finished, he breathed deep already feeling it coursing through Kombuse's body. "Hello old friends." he welcomed with a grin. Though Kombuse or other mortals would not be able to see them, Oberga could see the other daemons that now layed about the room. The barrier weaken enought for them to be here, but not enough to manifest.

[Prosperan Son]

After twenty minutes , there was a knock at the door. *taptaptaptaptap* it went. A strong scent could be smelled from the other side.Evidently the food had arrived.

[Armoured Priest]

"Huh, finally." Oberga growled looking at the door, seeing the soul of the person on the otherside through the door. The glow faded from the lenses and the dragon maw close. "Hm, why are there drawing on the walls now? Kombuse wondered as he looked at the runes. Although now he felt even more comfortable by them. He sniffed as he caught the scent of food. "oh, yeay." he said as he goes to open the door.

[Prosperan Son]

A small child was on the other side of the door, around the age of twelve it seemed. The young girl was holding a small tray of food for Kombuse. She was a dark skinned girl, her flesh dirty and her long hair wrapped in a pony tail.She had a small brand around her eye in the shape of a blood drop. "Your food!" She chimed, holding it up to him

[Armoured Priest]

"Oh thank you." He said to her as he took it up, a little confused though. "Um, why are you here? In this bunker thing?" He asked her, finding it odd to see a little girl in a ganger hideout.

[Prosperan Son]

"I live here!" She chimed once more, grinning at the man with an innocent smile. Something about her was eerily similar, her appearance brought someone to mind.But who?

[Armoured Priest]

"....Whose your mom and dad?" Kombuse asked her. The question would only just bother him if he didn't ask. She looked like someone he knew, but he was damned if he could guess it anytime soon.

[Prosperan Son]

"My mom's been dead for a while." The young girl replied, her grin still there." The Mandori is my dad." She answered, her hands folded behind his back." Why do you ask?" She questioned.